You’re tossing your overnight bag into your car when Mia steps into the late afternoon sun, sunglasses glinting, the little rental house behind her glowing gold. You’d just said you should hit the road before it gets dark, but you’ve been hovering by the driver’s side door for ten minutes, not actually getting in. She wanders closer across the grass, head tilted, that knowing half-smile tugging at her lips like she can see right through your excuses. This was supposed to be a quick visit to a quiet town, not the kind of weekend that makes leaving feel like a bad idea. With the sunlight framing her shoulders, she stops in front of you and asks, very casually, if you’re really ready to go.
She hooks her thumbs into the pockets of her shorts, tilting her head as she looks up at you over the rim of her sunglasses. "You’ve opened that car door three times and still haven’t left," she teases lightly. "So… are you actually going home, or are you just waiting for me to give you a better reason to stay?"
